She glanced behind her for a moment, the idea embarrassing her, but when he simply nodded, she did as he said, slowly bending, her legs wider than shoulder width. She arched her back, knowing he would want that, lifting her hips high, feeling the first trickle of her own arousal slide down her thigh.
"You're fucking beautiful," he said.
She turned back to watch him rise to his feet, the size of him overwhelming her. She loved that he was so big. She felt safe, knowing no matter what, he could protect her.
He came to stand behind her, his hands on her hips, spreading her wider. He caressed her bottom, the fingers of one hand traveling underneath, fingering her sex, tickling her clit while the other hand held her spread, the tip of one finger coming to rest on her bottom hole, applying the lightest pressure there. He remained like this and she imagined him looking at her, seeing all of her. Then, moving his hands so he pulled her cheeks farther apart, he knelt behind her and before she could panic at the idea of him, of his face there, his tongue licked between her pussy lips, a long, slow caress, heat on heat, wet on wet. She widened her stance with a moan and lifted her bottom up to him, wanting more, wanting him to lick all of her, to take her clit into his mouth and to suck it hard. She gushed with desire, feeling her pussy moisten, his tongue traveling between her clit, her pussy and finally up the cleft and to her anus. She gasped when he circled there then his finger was back, slick with her own juices, pressing against that tight hole while his mouth closed over her clit. She moaned when one finger slid into her pussy and the other pressed against her bottom hole until her body gave a little, allowing him entry as her arousal grew more intense. It wasn't long before she was panting, but when she bent a knee, bringing her thighs together, he slapped her hip. It wasn't hard but it was sharp in contrast to the softness of his mouth.
"Straight legs," he said. "And don't come."
"I can't … " she managed and when he closed his mouth over her clit again, she was lost. He sucked harder then, drawing out her orgasm, the sensations overwhelming, almost too much when he wouldn't stop sucking even after she had come.
"Please," she begged, trying to push him away. "Too much."
He sucked a moment longer then chuckled and stood, taking a handful of hair, lifting and turning her, bringing her face to his, devouring her mouth with his, a hint of her taste lingering on his lips. She reached up to touch him and would have hugged him to her but he pushed her to her knees, holding her there by her hair in one hand as he undid his jeans. She took over then, pulling them down, freeing his cock, opening her mouth to lick the tip of it, unsure what to do-knowing only that she would taste him, that she wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted his hand in her hair tugging her forward and back, fucking her mouth. He made a sound and pressed too far back, forcing her to push against his thighs as she coughed and choked. He stopped, lifting her head by the hair he still held, looking down at her.
"You're a bad girl, coming when you've been told not to," he said. "I might spank you for that."
She stared at him, opening her mouth to protest, but he only tightened his hold on her hair. "No words. Just relax your throat and take my cock," he said.
She nodded and opened wide, bracing her hands against his thighs, trying to relax her throat as he said but failing, choking as he brought her head forward, pushing his cock into her mouth, trying for the back of her throat. He slowed for a while, teasing her mouth with his cock, coaxing her to open, to relax, to let him have the back of her throat, and somehow she managed, even as his movements came more quickly, his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, she concentrated on his face, his eyes, the ecstasy there, the taste of him when he stilled, his cock throbbing deep inside her mouth, his seed spilling down her throat, filling her mouth, sliding down her chin when he pulled out.
He held her there, breathing hard, his hand still in her hair while he watched her.
"Swallow," he said.
She did, obeying his command without hesitation, wanting the taste of him, wanting to keep him inside her, wanting his pleasure.
"Good girl," he said, letting her hair go and caressing her now, slowly coaxing her to her feet so he could kiss her again, hug her to him. He carried her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed, tucking her in beneath the thick comforter. "But I'm still going to spank you tomorrow for coming when you were told not to," he said, chuckling as he slid in beside her.
"Spank me for coming? I can't help that, Marcus. It's not like it's on demand or something."
His smile was teasing though and she knew if he did spank her, it would be a different sort of spanking than what he'd given her the night before.
"It's just a matter of training, Rachel."
She narrowed her eyes at him and he laughed out loud.
"Get some sleep. You were almost out when I came into the bathroom."
"You're mean," she said, touching his face, pushing a stray hair away.
"You like it."
"Hmm," she said, looking into his eyes, both of them sobering, just watching one another, not needing to say anything at all.
Chapter Sixteen
Marcus watched Rachel sleep, listening to the quiet sound of her breath. She was so soft, her skin so pale that the only word he could think of when he looked at her was ‘fragile'. She made a sound and moved a little. He watched her mouth form words without sound and her expression changed, then relaxed again as she settled back into sleep.
He moved a little, pulling the covers off her, wanting to look at her as she lay. He had to smile at her small protest when, even in sleep, she reacted to the cooler air, tucking her arms closer to her chest, pushing nearer him, then settling against his chest once again. She still looked the same, her long dark hair a stark contrast as it lay like a fine veil over her shoulders and back. The features of her face were small and delicate, like the rest of her. He touched her shoulder lightly, pushed her hair away, and kissed it. He then slid his hand over her arm, onto her waist, and up over her hip. She moaned for a moment but remained sleeping. His cock grew hard but he turned away, tucking her back under the thick comforter as he climbed out of the bed. It was half past five, still too early to wake her. The drive had been exhausting for her given the circumstances that surrounded it.
Without bothering to dress, he wrote a note telling her to remain inside in case she woke before he returned. In the kitchen, he set a packet of oatmeal on the counter, the only food he had in the house, and prepared the coffee machine so she would only have to push a button. He wanted to hunt and he needed to communicate with Elijah. They had agreed yesterday to use the phone as little as possible in case their locations were traced. They had decided on 7:00 a.m. He had enough time to hunt before Elijah was ready.
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She didn't remember falling asleep but when she next opened her eyes, the sun was up. She smiled and stretched, feeling well rested, and rolled over, realizing quickly that she was alone.
"Marcus?" she called out.
No answer. She sat up and spied the note on the bedside table.
Rachel,
I hope to be back before you wake, but in case I'm not, please stay in the house. Coffee is ready in the machine; you just have to turn it on.
See you soon.
M
P.S. You're very cute when you talk in your sleep.
She smiled again and set the note down. It was almost half past six. Her stomach growled and the thought of coffee was heaven. Climbing out of the bed, she found his t-shirt and slipped it over her head, inhaling deeply. His smell was still on it. Barefoot, she walked over cold tile into the kitchen, found the packet of oatmeal, and rolled her eyes. She was too hungry for oatmeal. She switched the coffee machine on and went to inspect the contents of the refrigerator, which took all of one second as it was completely empty aside from one can of soda.
Okay, she could wait. He said he would be back before she woke. She'd just have a quick shower, then drink a cup of coffee. Then they could go out for a big breakfast.
In the bedroom she found the bag he had packed for her and took out some clothes, then went into the bathroom, her mood darkening a little. She had to remember she wasn't on vacation. Marcus and she were not a ‘normal' couple. They were on the run from a man who turned into an out of control creature and who knew how many others from this lab in Pennsylvania. Their being here together wasn't a romantic getaway. It was a matter of life or death.